Hello. she/her. I don't really know what this blog is. It's just a conglomeration of all my fandoms. Currently in a Sylus/LADS related brainrot <3 20+ & Desi
Hi!! Iâm Uma! You can call me Uma or Yumi, I donât mind either. Iâm in my 20s and I love Percy Jackson, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Love and Deepspace, reading, singing, K-pop, and all music. I also enjoy K-dramas and C-dramas, and I am studying psychology. I am also a huge Stray Kids fan đ
I sometimes write on ao3, if youâd like to read: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Yumiiaah/pseuds/Yumiiaah
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Like whiskey and leather, maybe a little hint of smoke? It's extremely faint though, along the lines of incense rather than cigar. I can see him having woodsy scent to him too. Cedar or pine maybe? Very masculine.
Falling asleep without him has become slightly unbearable. You've been spoiled recently with his presence but Onychinus business has pulled him away from you tonight. Luckily, his side of the bed still carries his scent. A mix of his cologne and his natural musk.
Something you've become embarrassingly addicted to smelling.
It should be no surprise to Sylus when he comes home and finds you sprawled on his side of the bed. Blankets bunched around your frame, his pillow tucked neatly in your arms with your face smushed into it.
The sight is oddly adorable to him, even as a little wet patch of drool seeps into the fabric of his pillow case. Lucky for him - or perhaps lucky for you - Sylus is also secretly quite fond of your scent. The idea of snuggling into your side of the bed, being wrapping in your pretty smells? Well, he couldn't quite think of a better way to end his night.
every time you get a haircut, your hair always dries to be very fluffy. you use this to your advantage. you plod into sylus's office, all tired from being out. You don't even need to exchange words as you plop down on the couch beside him, laying down and placing your head in his lap, closing your eyes.
"the new hairstyle suits you, sweetie. i like it." he praises, before slowly beginning to run his fingers through the strands, watching the tension ebb from your body at his touch. over time, he finds himself mindlessly playing with your hair as he works, twirling sections around his fingertips, the soft texture pleasant. sometimes he scratches your scalp in a way that makes your brain go completely empty, tingles traveling through your head, and you have to be careful not to drool on his nice slacks.
by the time he's finished what he was working on, you're fast asleep. he gazes down at you fondly for a little while, admiring your features relaxed in sleep. he carefully lies beside you, lifting you up and resting you back down on his chest. wrapping his arms around you, he indulges in your warmth against him for a long while, eventually falling asleep himself.
I have always enjoyed creating content because i genuinely love the game and the lovely community. My goal has always been to share that passion through art that brings excitement and enjoyment to fellow players.
I was deeply disappointed by the recent announcement. Many players were eagerly looking forward to valko, and the sudden decision has left a large part of the community feeling disheartened. Seeing so many passionate players affected by this has also been difficult for me as a creator, I sincerely hope it gets resolved soon. I truly want to continue creating content that brings positivity.
pulled out from a private auction to discuss eoncore trades with onychinus, valko was not prepared to meet the infamous sylus with two toddlers clinging to his pant legs.
theyâd done dealings before, and are on relatively good termsâ the standard being: having had no major war between their factions and menâ but he cannot still understand the inner workings of his business partner.
because when sylus leaves the room to answer a phone call, he wonders why in this planet would he leave his two children, vulnerable and defenseless, alone with a stranger.
valko worries for the childrenâs safety. especially this one named lucian, who balances himself on the edge of the seatâs headrest.
âyouâll fall.â he states, because it is a fact.
âno, wonât.â the sharply dressed little one replies just as assuredly. his new suit squeaks and threads strain under the unusual movements.
the other one, identical in features but not in behavior, sits on the very seat just below his brother. if lucian falls, lucian-two will be squished.
he is used to this, he tells himself.
watching pups in the pack play rough never bothered him, as it is a natural part of growth. essential for development. necessary for success. he used to believe that other children would benefit from the way a wolf is raised.
and yet, here he is at the edge of his seatâ nails digging into the poor armrests as lucian wavers and wobbles on the beam, threatening the false sense of safety of his twin, who would not speak to him, and most definitely would not appreciate him moving him.
ready to leap and catch, should a wrong step emerge victorious.
even if he were to fall, valko should think not to worry.
as these ones smell different.
milk, blueberries, sweet cereal and cream. but beneath, fire and smoke, a distant field, a buried memory.
surely, they would be like their father. formidable, indestructible. too large to touch, too mythical to fathom.
the twin blinks sleepily at him. still refusing to speak. head lolling forward, out of his control.
surelyâŚ
âah!â lucianâs foot slips. valko lurches.
lucian is snatched from his momentary free fall, and cradled into safe arms.
valkoâs tongue knows no cage. âtold you.â
lucianâs knows no manners, but sticks his tongue out at him cheekily. âbleh!â
valko tilts his head. amused.
âwoosian,â finally, his twin speaks. peeking over the edge of the armrest to look at them. âbe nice.â
âam nice!â lucian protests. in support valko grins and tickles his belly.
âhe is.â
the little one gasps when he is acknowledged and bends his head back down to hide away.
âcome on, little hatchling, i donât bite.â valko says, placing lucian on his shoulder and leaning over to kyros slowly. âmy name is valko.â
he places a finger on the upholstery, an olive branch.
the little one shifts on his knees and stares at the bejeweled handâ big, strong but not unsettling. slowly, he emerges and places his own fingers around it and shakes. âi kee-wo.â
âkeewo?â valkoâs chest blooms at the first sign of trust. something ancient and instinctive stirring in him that tells him now he must protect.
âno, kee-wo!â
âkee-ro?â valko tries again.
confirmation never comes.
âwhy have eews?â kyros asks instead. now having broken the wall, he begins to quickly forget he was even shy in the first place. he hovers his hands over his own head, where he sees the faint glow of phantom ears on this strangerâs head. âvakoo, why have eews?â
âyou can see them?â he should worry. but he smiles broadly, fangs glimmering in delight. he made sure to use most of his active efforts to hide his true form when in public. and up until this point, he believed that he had a pretty good talent at looking unremarkable.
âee-yors?â lucian scrambles in his arms, climbing a sturdy shoulder to get a closer look. âwhere, ee-yors?â
âmhm,â kyros stands on the chair now. he swishes his hips in a cute wiggle to visualize, âand taiwâ wish wish.â
âlike fox?!â lucian climbs and crawls over his new friend as if he were magnetic.
âhey!â valko yelps when the little ones circle him. one inspecting his tail closely while the other desperately tries to find it. âslow down! careful!â
he pauses his shuffling to watch kyros sniffing him. so⌠wolf-like and yet not.
intrigued, he asks. âwhat do you got?â
kyros sniffs the air in small snortsâ like heâs congested but taking everything in still. âwoofy.â
valkoâs eyes widen at the simple conclusion. brows pinching, he thinks: these children are definitely different.
âah! gotcha!â lucian squeals when he finally spots the faint glimmer of his tail. in an instant, the once hatchling transforms into a kitten, chasing a tail that refuses to be caught.
valko, contrary to the look on his face, revels in the discovery of other creatures that lurk in the dark. and that these very creatures, so different and yet so similar, can also thrive in the light.
he doesnât know of the little onesâ evols, nor does he understand how they can see him as he truly is.
but the longer lucian lingers and scrambles to catch his tail or pet his earsâ the more kyros sinks into the comfort of his presence and beams at the joy of his interactions; glows with a golden mist that brings clarity to illusionâ the more certain small horns and wings begin to take form in their silhouettes.
and he understands now, that their father never left them defenseless in the first place.
Zayneâs evol hadnât acted up in a long time. At least not since before your daughter was born. Itâs why this moment is so terrifying.
âPapa?â Just barely aware of whatâs going on, she rises on unsteady feet and begins to make her way over. Fear clenches around Zayneâs heart, crawling up his throat and preventing him from speaking.
Black ice coats his hands and crawls up with forearms. He tries to turn away from his daughterâs small, fragile form. But itâs too late, and a little hand rests on his shoulder.
âPapa? Donât cry papa.â She peers over his shoulder, trying to see his face and whatâs going on. He clenches his fist, doing everything in his power to keep the ice at bay. He wishes you were here, with your calming presence and evol capable of healing him.
âI help!â She presses both hands to his arm, but before he can get her to move away, he feels it.
A warm feeling begins to encompass him, the light of a resonance evol illuminating the room as the ice slowly begins to recede. He looks over in amazement, the concentrated look on her toddler face so similar to your own.
âPapa better?â Her eyes are wide, completely innocent to what has just occurred.
âY-yes. Yes sweetheart. Iâm better.â He hesitates for a moment, then slowly reaches out to pull her into a hug, kissing her cheek. She giggles, patting his back with her little hand.
âPapa silly!â She laughs as Zayne releases her, unable to resist tickling her to hear her laughter. The fear in his heart quickly dissipates at the sound.
Itâs a laugh just like yours, and itâs the best sound in the world.
i found something on twt. a chinese player shared it. either way, take it with a grain of salt !!
"im a low-level artist on the project team. the entire character design and pv (promotional video) for the new male lead were completed six months ago. we held meetings three times to warn upper management that dropping a character out of nowhere with zero pre-hype would definitely infuriate veteran players. we suggested extending the promotion period and balancing the content production for the old characters, but everything was rejected by management. the higher-ups only care about traffic and financing. they can't wait for players to argue their way onto the trending searches to boost popularity.
they deliberately suppressed the storyline resources of the five original male leads to pile everything onto the new character, completely disregarding the feelings of long-time paying players. everyone at the grassroots level clearly knew that this plan would ruin the game's reputation, but nobody listened to front-line opinions. the current mess of net-wide boycotts is entirely a self-inflicted result of management's shortsightedness and greed."
And that's the part that's making me lose my fucking mind.
We lost an entire section of the MAIN STORY.
The livestream literally told us Valko's release was going to reveal more about the Aethercoreâone of the biggest mysteries in Love and Deepspace and something that's been central to the plot from the very beginning.
So now what?
You think they can just delete him and nothing changes?
Do people genuinely think you can rip out an entire story arc without consequences?
Everything that was supposed to be revealed through Valko now has to be rewritten, redistributed, or outright cut. The main story is going to have to be retconned. Future updates are going to have to be reworked. Characters may have to be rewritten just to fill the gap he leaves.
If you're celebrating this because you "won," I sincerely hope you understand what you've actually cheered for.
the situation surrounding love and deepspace and valko has reached the state/governmental level in china.
here is what is happening right now:
1. the decision to delete calko was a panic-driven, spontaneous move.
just 3 days ago, infold was planning to keep him. however, haters flooded government regulatory bodies with complaints and even brought manure and funeral wreaths to the office. in a state of pure panic, the studio decided to "sacrifice" the character to save the entire project.
2. the issue has reached beijing.
the game has received an official warning. however, the shanghai municipal government (where the developers are based) is currently desperately defending the studio before beijing. this is because love and deepspace pays massive taxes into the cityâs budget (in 2025 alone, the game generated nearly $380,000,000!). shanghai does not want to lose such a cash cow over internet trolls. everything will be decided in the coming days.
3. the chinese fandom has started a rebellion.
right now, cip players (who have collectively spent over 4 million RMB on the game) are coordinating a late-night siege of weibo's trending topics. tomorrow, they plan to hold a PROTEST with fresh flowers in front of the infold office to prove to the authorities that reasonable, paying players vastly outnumber the haters!
4. infold is in a panic, holding emergency meetings.
summer events are already being canceled or postponed on the japanese account â everything is falling apart because they had no plan b. the official account is losing thousands of followers every minute.
u can also read a chinese player's thoughts on this matter here
if you have even the slightest desire to help, you can do so by following these steps âźď¸
HOW CAN WE HELP RIGHT NOW?
we need to support both the chinese fandom. we must flood official chinese media outlets and customer support with emails stating that the game does NOT violate any laws, that valko is clean, and that his cancellation is purely the result of a harassment campaign by haters
I am writing to express my deep concern over the targeted cyber-harassment campaign against the game "Love and Deepspace" and its character, Valko. As global players, we want to emphasize that "Love and Deepspace" strictly adheres to international standards and corporate compliance. The game does not violate any laws. The recent wave of negative rumors was entirely fabricated by a radical group of anti-fans who used cyber-bullying tactics to force a scandal. By abruptly canceling Valko due to this malicious pressure, the developers have harmed millions of legitimate global consumers who have heavily invested in the game. We respectfully urge the regulatory authorities to recognize that the game is a compliant, legally sound cultural product. We request that the malicious rumors be dismissed, and the character Valko be safely restored to the servers.
I am so devastated and sad and crushed and all that. About a fictional character. Yes. He's not real. But my emotions towards him are. This is not okay. I'm not okay.
With that said, I will continue creating art. As if he never got cancelled at ALL.
I love him too much, and I know many of you are as well.
URS IM HEARTBROKEN THEY TOOK OUR WOLF AWAY đđđ
i knoww đ im heartbroken too.
im still hoping for some kind of turn around somewhere.
i feel so bad for all those working on the story & on his character for such a long period of time leading up to his launch.
he must have been so loved and cared forâ again, art always has a piece of an artists soul, and if valko had a team, iâm sure he had the hearts of those who created him.
itâs terrible to set aside such hard work and canon story progress because they were bullied to. to the team, the va, the actors, everyone involved in his production.
and while i was also expecting his arrival, excited to have another character to balance the 5, my heart goes out to the team.
if he is already so loved by us who just met him, i can only imagine how much he was by his writers.
â･°⊠not so sneaky | sylus x reader (drabble)
Thinking about Luke and Kieran sneaking photos of you and Sylus doing cute couple things around the base.
Napping on the couch together? Gotcha. Staring lovingly into each otherâs eyes while having dinner? Captured. Feeding each other popcorn on family movie night in the home theater? You two arenât sly!
They would use Mephisto as a diversion if they ever suspected you were onto them by having him cause some sort of ruckus (they had to bribe him with jewels first, of course).
Luke and Kieran who think theyâre so sneaky but later check their photos to find their boss eyeing the camera in each image. He just didnât care.
Why would he? All that meant was he had more reason to spend time with you.
He's on his way home from work, making a brief stop at the grocery store. He recalls your absentminded request this morning, your eyes and head still filled with sleep.
"Wan cookies..." you had grumbled into his back and Sylus prides himself on being attentive.
Especially when it pertains to you.
He's walking through the aisle with your favourite brand of cookies and passes by two young women. He doesn't notice how their gazes turn lustful and trail after him but does catch a word that floats its way over.
DILF.
The word rolls its way around Sylus' mind as he pays for the cookiesâand a few more of your favourite snacksâand doesn't leave him alone even on his drive home. He considers searching it up online but gets distracted the moment you're in his sights.
All thoughts of DILF fly out the window when your lips capture his and he promptly melts.
It doesn't a comeback until it's evening and dinner has been eating. He's busy washing the dishes while you dry them, innocent chatter flowing between you two. You ask him about work and he tells you it went fine as always, always leaving out the too bloody parts. He asks you the same and listens, intrigued, as you complain about a co-worker.
You're halfway through telling him about what Nicole said when the word pops into his mind.
Bright and clear as day.
DILF.
"Sweetie," Sylus says. "Sorry for interrupting you but there's been something on my mind."
You blink. "Oh? What's wrong?" You ask then give him a once over. "Are you hurt? Should I get the first aid kit?"
"No, I'm fine," he assures you with a tender smile. "I just heard something today when I was at the grocery store. Heard it when I passed these young women and they said something."
"That doesn't surprise me," you say, eyeing him teasingly. "I mean, have you seen yourself? You're a prime DILF, honey."
Sylus halts in rinsing his current dish.
"It's that word," he says, brows furrowed. "The DILF word. They said the exact same thing when I walked past but I couldn't make heads or tails of it." He looks at you, curious. "What does it mean?"
You stare at him, wide-eyed.
You stare at him for a good minute or so.
Then you're snorting loudly, eyes closing as you set down the tea towel you were using to dry the dishes. Your lips are pursed together tightly, the corners quivering with withheld laughter. You chance a look at Sylus before shaking your head and taking off to the living room.
Sylus stares at where you once were, puzzled beyond belief.
He turns off the tap to follow you.
"Sweetie?" He calls out, only to find you on the couch and laughing into a throw cushion. "Sweetie? What's so funny?"
You lift up a hand, signalling him to give you a moment, before looking at him. Your eyes are watery from laughing too much and your mouth is spread into a wide smile.
"Sy, baby," you say around shaky breaths. "My love, DILF isn't a word. It's an acronym."
"...Okay?" Sylus says, a brow raised. "I still don't know what it means. And it seems my loving wife is having too much fun keeping it from me."
"It's so hilarious," you admit, letting out a few more pearls of laughter. "But I'll tell you because I love you and you need to know this for future reference."
"...I love you too and sure."
"Okay," you say, taking a deep breath around still bubbling laughter. "Baby, DILF means dad I'd like to fuck."
Sylus' eyes widen.
You stare at him, biting your bottom lip hard.
There's a long draw of silence.
Then, as innocently as a 6'4" broad man capable of murder can, Sylus says:
"But I'm not a dad."
Your screaming laughter sounds throughout the neighbourhood.
He doesnât plan to stay. Thatâs what he tells himself when he steps into your apartment just to drop something off, just to talk for a bit, just until it gets late.
It gets late... Youâre sitting on the couch, knees tucked under you, explaining something with animated hands while he watches in quiet fascination. Heâs not even sure what the story is about anymore. Heâs too focused on the way your face shifts when you laugh.
Itâs almost midnight when you yawn. He checks the time. âI should head home,â he murmurs, but he makes no effort to stand.
Instead, you blink up at him and say it softly, like itâs nothing. âYou can stay. If you want.â
Thereâs a small pause. Sylus doesnât do sleepovers, he doesnât do overnight vulnerability. He likes his own space, his own routine. But youâre looking at him like itâs the most natural suggestion in the world.
ââŚAre you sure?â he asks.
You nod. âYeah.â
He hesitates only for a second before setting his phone down. âOkay.â
Heâs careful about everything. He brushes his teeth with the spare one you hand him. Folds his clothes neatly over a chair and then lies down stiffly at first, like heâs unsure where to put his arms.
You switch the lights off and the room goes dim. You roll closer without thinking, your knee brushing his.
He goes very still, Itâs not that heâs uncomfortable. Itâs that heâs aware, of you, of the warmth and the fact that this is new.
âGoodnight,â you whisper.
ââŚGoodnight.â
It takes him longer to fall asleep. He listens to your breathing even out. Counts the seconds between inhales, slowly memorises the rhythm.
At some point, exhaustion wins...
He wakes up before you. For a second, he doesnât know where he is. The ceiling isnât familiar, the air smells also different but then he feels it.
Your arm is slung loosely over his waist. Your face pressed into his chest. Youâve shifted closer in your sleep.
He freezes. Not because he wants to move. Because he doesnât.
He looks down slowly. Youâre completely asleep, relaxed and trusting.
Something in his chest tightens, no oneâs ever slept on him like this and no oneâs ever assumed they could.
He carefully adjusts his arm around you, testing the weight. When you donât stir, he exhales quietly and lets his hand rest at your back.
Protective. Instinctive. You mumble something unintelligible and press closer.
His throat goes dry. He stays still after that. He doesn't check his phone, tries not to move and nor does he even think about getting up.
Just watches the light shift through your curtains and realises, somewhere between midnight and morning, that heâs in deeper than he expected.
And he doesnât mind this at all...
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a/n: i'm still away from home so all my posts will look chopped since im uploading them from my ipad & phone đ... i shall fix them once im back đ
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